I am a New Yorker.
I was born and raised on the Upper West Side of Manhattan and I now live here (two whole blocks from my childhood home!) with my husband (Husband) and three young girls (Big Girl (5), Middle Girl (3), and Little Girl (1)).
I love this city and it continues to be a huge part of who I am and what I write about. A lot of people ask me what it’s like to raise kids here and I always smile when faced with this question. I smile because I think this is one of the best places in the world to rear little beings. I celebrate the grit, the culture, and the diversity that abounds here. It means the world to me that my girls are evolving in the very same place where I spent my own childhood.
I am a home girl.
We moved into our current (and likely forever) home two years ago. Prior to that, we spent three years renovating the living daylights out of it. Our home is a happy place, full of color and pattern and blanketed with toys. We spend a ton of time here and I am very interested in this place as the scene of our family story. I have an abiding obsession with quirky wallpapers. Our dining room is covered in silver tree grain; our library, purple pineapples, our powder room, dancing zebras; our bedroom, aspen trees; my study, cobalt parakeets.
I really love Starbucks (& Coffee Bean).
At any given point during a weekday, I am plugged in at one of my local Starbucks or Coffee Beans. As much as I aspire to be the writer who covets solitude and sequesters herself in a quiet cave to create, the truth is that crave a pulse of chaos and conversation. I love being among a sea of people, within a city scene, and absorb the chatter around me as much as I can. On a daily basis, I stumble upon material for my blog and my books just by being out in the world.